Deposition

What deepest sorrows, heavies a man soul? So heavy be his body that his last strength; mind, soft, wet and young, covered by aged flesh, physical pain could not penetrate, unless permitted. But o, how thou go against thy emotional threat; so strong, it need not a blade to stab deeply in one's heart, stay in one's memory and linger in one's soul: Heaviness, like a drown cloth, covering your lips tilting your head, allowing breath inside such a tapered mouth, a wishful thought without a heed of a falling star. Mother, wife, lover, daughter... May you be the ones that carry me through? Carry this tattered being, of no higher value, than your gentle stares. Will you be there Mother, wife, lover, daughter to carry me through: Girths of sand that could be paid in housing of a better life for our 'morrows kin. Who thou be these feminine flesh that tries to carry my loosen masculine one. One whispers more than I could hear the wind; sweet caressing wind, that has decided to be still unlike this softened mouth, for I fear her benefits will go unseen. But what type of beneficiary could I be...since I have lost the most richest dream. Power, that I could sense and barely see. Right there above, hovering over my mute; Ye be the one I glare upon for the very sight: O what I would've been If I did not waste my thoughts on hardships, not pedal away at revisions that did not need my penmanship. Ye shall be my greatest sin, if thou hadn't been a vision, a vision I have wept lost, for I did not glorify my skill. Man above mere, do not smear upon my eyes your views, I grew young minded and now caved into old strength... Power, so far it is in the sky to reach.